Take Your Germs Back

Hey, you. Yeah, you right there. I didn't want these germs you gave me. Yeah, you know I'm talking to you. Take them back.

I've got this cough going on that sounds like I've been nursing it for weeks. It just started last night. And now I've got a sore throat thing from all the coughing. And it's your fault.

Today I was observing some kids for work and one of them kept picking her nose and then eating her boogers. She wasn't sneaky about it at all. I haven't seen a kid do that since, well, since I was a kid. I thought that most of them hid that behavior from adults. I couldn't have been the only adult who noticed. If I'd known her I would have told her to stop. No one in the room did. Seriously, someone give that kid a snack. Or at least a kleenex.

Oh, and I'm bored. I've watched like 4 hours of tv in a row because there was no one here to entertain me. What's up with that? But before I got home from work and plopped down in my comfey chair, I spent a considerable amount of time trying to figure out WHERE ON EARTH I PUT MY CELL PHONE. It turned out to be laying in the parking lot where I dropped it while loading my car after my meeting (not the meeting with the nose-picker but the one after that--if there were nosepickers there they were adults and much more sly about it). Thank goodness for answers to prayers or it would still be lying in the parking lot, possibly shorted out (it was soaking when I found it but the cover seems to have taken the brunt of it).

So tell me, why do I keep losing things? I think it is either that a) I carry too much stuff with me and can't keep track of things, b) I don't use appropriate stuff carriers so things don't have a place and easily get lost, or c) I'm a big, incurable airhead. I prefer to think it's either a or b. B would be fun because it gives me an exuse to go shopping.